I was only fourteen when I moved into the trailer park where Rhett Miller lived…
My parents had uprooted my life in Charlotte, trading the noise of the city for a small town they could afford on my mother’s income, while my father continued to lose what little we had to his gambling addiction.
Rhett wasn’t like the boys I’d grown up around. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and moved through the world like he belonged in it. But when his mom agreed to watch me after school so my mother could work her late shifts, the two of us fell into an unlikely friendship. We stayed that way, orbiting each other, until everything fell apart after we tossed our graduation caps into the humid, North Carolina sky.
I ran after that. Left the state, the memories, and the suffocating hush of a town that never forgets and a guy who didn’t want me to. I swore I wouldn’t come back, but grief has a way of dragging you home, and after my estranged father died, I found myself driving back down those winding roads, unaware of the emotional storm that was waiting for me. Because Rhett and I? We’re crossing paths again, colliding in the place where it all started…Whitewood Creek, North Carolina.
And now, ten years later, the wounds we never bothered to heal are splitting wide open, raw and merciless, testing the limits of whatever this thing is that’s always burned between us.
This is book 6 in the Whitewood Creek Farm series and can be read as a true standalone. It’s a Friends to Lovers to Enemies to Lovers, Small Town, Second Chance romance.